Firestone Hot Springs Pride comes before fall

As soon as Osprey began stating the names of gods - from a pantheon considered beneath her no less - Basilie grew rigid in her mindset. She felt a sense of pity creep in to her gut, a sadness brought about by the woman's casual remarks. Had she named other gods (perhaps Roman gods, as unlikely as that would be) then this feeling would not be present. Osprey had inadvertently aligned herself with the heathens. It pained Basilie for a moment longer, and as her heart sealed to any friendship this stranger could have offered, she felt nothing thereafter.

Osprey's smile was warm and bright, boastful even, but Basilie could not mirror that expression. She gave a small smirk in return - although no emotion crept in to her eyes. What do you mean - a ghostly fellow? The gray woman mentioned, and Bas' shoulder rolled in a little shrug.

I only mean he was pale-coated. Rather, they both were - one was large and formidable in build, the other was closer to my own. In fact... He might have been smaller than me. Another shrug. It wasn't that important a topic of discussion. You are the first individual I have encountered that is of a pleasant temperament.

Although the fights Basilie was in were likely caused by her own poor judgement, or at least a little nudge from her attitude.